Sage, Aren't You Guys Supposed To Have

Our Lips Met Hungrily, And His Clever Artistic Hands Wrapped Around My Hips. A Sudden Buzz From My Regular Cell Phone Startled Me From The Kissing. "don't," Said Adrian, His Eyes Ablaze And Breathing Ragged. "what If There's A Crisis At School?" I Asked. "what If Angeline 'accidentally' Stole One Of The Campus Buses And Drove It Into The Library?" "why Would She Do That?" "are You Saying She Wouldn't?" He Sighed. "go Check It.

I Had No Reason To Get All Goofy, Just Because The Man Was Too Good-looking For His Own Good.

How Was It That Adrian Ivashkov, Who Never Seemed To Take Anything Seriously Was The Only One Among These "responsible" People Who Paid Attention To Such Small Details? How Was He The Only One To Really Understand The Magnitude Of What I Was Feeling?

Oh, So That's Why You're Up Here. For A Pity Party." "this Isn't A Joke. I'm Serious." I Could Tell Lissa Was Getting Angry. It Was Trumping Her Earlier Distress. He Shrugged And Leaned Casually Against The Sloping Wall. "so Am I. I Love Pity Parties. I Wish I'd Brought The Hats. What Do You Want To Mope About First? How It's Going To Take You A Whole Day To Be Popular And Loved Again? How You'll Have To Wait A Couple Weeks Before Hollister Can Ship Out Some New Clothes? If You Spring For Rush Shipping, It Might Not Be So Long.

More Than His Exterior Hit Me. I Felt Warm And Safe Just Being With Him. He Brought Comfort After My Terrible Day. So Often With Other People I Felt A Need To Be Center Of Attention, To Be Funny And Always Have Something Clever To Say. It Was A Habit I Needed To Shake. But With Him I Never Felt Like I Had To Be Anything More Than What I Already Was. I Didn’t Have To Entertain Him Or Think Up Jokes Or Even Flirt. It Was Enough To Just Be Together, To Be So Completely Comfortable In Each Other’s Presence—we Lost All Sense Of Self-consciousness.